American


MAN FISHING IN THE STREET*

There were a man sat fishing off the path ,

Ok the side walk for the benefit of our American cousins ,

He sat in a chair , rod in hand , line out hooked baited ,

Dangling in the gutter , the rain water flowing bye ,

Like a stream ,

Pile of fish in basket beside him ,

The water flowed bye ,

A man passing bye stopped to look ,

'' See the fish are biting , mate '' ,

'' Aye '' ,

''How many have you cult so far to day?'' ,

Asked the passing man ,

''Let's see ''

'' let me think '' ,

Replied the fishing man ,

'' Your the twentieth '' ,

Then the passing man then noticed ,

Bags with '' wet fish'' , advertised ,

In a trash bin close bye ,

Litter bin , as we call it ,

The passing man had took the bate ,

Hooked , the fishing man reeled him in ,


The Dyslexic Poet

Ken D Williams

*my version of an old joke




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Written on 2010-05-22 at 17:41

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Ken...too fishy for me

xxx Stan
2010-05-24